Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Singapore and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Lonnie Liston Smith to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Aaron Thompson,
JFA,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Shadows of Knight,
10cc,
Faraquet,
Procol Harum,
Rhythm & Sound,
FM Einheit,
Sex Pistols,
the Swans,
Slick Rick,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eden Ahbez,
Dawn Penn,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minny Pops,
The Walker Brothers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crash Course in Science,
The Seeds,
David McCallum,
Yazoo,
Qualms,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Isaac Hayes,
PIL,
Schoolly D,
Black Pus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Metal Thangz,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Technova,
The Wake,
The Toasters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Janne Schatter,
Make Up,
Echospace,
Lalo Schifrin,
Johnny Clarke,
Rapeman,
Leonard Cohen,
Heaven 17,
Con Funk Shun,
Intrusion,
Kaleidoscope,
Cal Tjader,
One Last Wish,
Brass Construction,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Moon,
T.S.O.L.,
The Moleskins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Slackers,
The Smiths,
Grauzone,
Marine Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.